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ArianaBlack · 10-17-2015, 01:03 AM

SPOILER!!: welp

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Originally Posted by Felixir

Daxton was bored. This was boring. Were it not for the fact that he had nowhere else interesting to really be, he might have already taken his leave. As it was, the Ravenclaw simply stood and waited, impatient for Dakest to get on with it. He was hardly a stranger to getting into trouble, and it had already become clear that that was exactly what was happening here.

But no, the interaction was drawn out even longer, and though Daxton appeared largely unemotional, he was scowling on the inside. He was not happy with this prolonged proximity to the stupid Head Baby.

At the much more direct order - really, Dakest must have had a very short memory, because his question had been a voluntary question, actually - Daxton gave a short exhale and pulled his schoolbag open. While Zander Adair whined, the Ravenclaw located his notebook and withdrew it. By the time the Head Boy's testimony was over, Daxton had retrieved his pen from the binding, flipped to a fresh page, and written out his own response. Once he was done, he held up his notebook for Dakest to read, and did not look at either of them, instead defaulting to looking about the Entrance Hall, keeping an eye on his surroundings.

'He grabbed my hand so I pushed him away.'

It was simple as that. It was not Daxton's fault that the Head Boy fell right back down again, though it had given him a great sense of satisfaction after feeling wronged by the seventh year. Perhaps it had been the result Daxton had wanted, aside from just getting the older boy away from him, and either way Daxton was not sorry for it. Not sorry in the slightest.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Tazenhani

"And the point of an example, is that it should be made on hard days." Really, did the kid think that anyone needed a good example on good days? When things were going peachy and well. Didn't matter what kind of day it was, an example was an example. Perhaps it was a bit hard to tell that to a kid, but there it was.

His gaze went from one boy to the other, as Adair talked and as Prince pulled out his notebook. Oh good, so they'd both give their versions. Or, something of the sort.

Folding his arms across his chest, Sabel's gaze flicked back and forth, back and forth. His level of tolerance was dropping dramatically with each passing second. Even so, he let silence reign in the air for a long few minutes after Adair had finished speaking and Prince had showed him the writing.

"What you may not know about Mr. Prince, Adair, is that he is not a fan of personal space breeches. I imagine that might have been the thought behind the gesture." Not an approved one for shoving someone, but there it was. His gaze turned on Prince. "And what you may not know about Mr. Adair, Prince is that he is a fan of helping people. I imagine that might have been the expectation behind his."

Reaching into the bag of sashes, Sabel withdrew one. "What both of you may not know about me, is that I'm a firm believer in working out communication differences. And I believe, Mr. Adair, that is where it went wrong. You see, not only does proper communication prevent situations such as the one we have on hand, but it fosters a healthy respect for others, even if we have a hard time understanding them from the get-go."

Holding the scarf in one hand, he motioned at the boys. "Now, since you have both proven you've got little better to do than to test the limits of each other's communication skills, intentionally or not, we're going to do a little exercise. If you would hold out your arms, gentlemen."

Hmph.

He knew Dakest was right. But was he going to acknowledge that Dakest was right? Doubtful. But mostly because logic was clearly not the answer right now.

…. Not a fan of personal space breeches? Zander quickly turned to look over at the kid who apparently was not a fan of personal space breeches, just to see him holding up a notebook. Was he not a fan of--Grabbed??? GRABBED??? But Zander only GRABBED because the hand was being HELD OUT TO HIM.

But also, how come not being a fan of personal space breeches made it okay to throw a Head Boy across the forest??? Was Dakest advocating violence here?

But anyways, miscommunication. Clearly what this was. So how come they weren’t free to go? Instead Dakest was taking something out of the— A sash? Isn’t that what got them into this whole mess to begin with??? Not to question your authority Professor, but yeah actually to question your authority Professor… How was a sash supposed to fix things?

So even though he did so a bit reluctantly, the Gryffindor held out his arm. Probably shouldn’t dig himself deeper here, huh?

10-17-2015, 01:03 AM	#16 (permalink)
ArianaBlack Assistant Forum Manager Quibbler & Newbie Mod Ashwinder Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: #6e5f57 \|#ff5470 Posts: 13,710 Hogwarts RPG Name: Alfie Adair Hufflepuff Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Laini Gracae-Ryans Slytherin Second Year x10 x1	doesn't proofread tweets \| #wrongaboutcereal \| #siriusly? \| emo to the extremo SPOILER!!: welp Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir Daxton was bored. This was boring. Were it not for the fact that he had nowhere else interesting to really be, he might have already taken his leave. As it was, the Ravenclaw simply stood and waited, impatient for Dakest to get on with it. He was hardly a stranger to getting into trouble, and it had already become clear that that was exactly what was happening here. But no, the interaction was drawn out even longer, and though Daxton appeared largely unemotional, he was scowling on the inside. He was not happy with this prolonged proximity to the stupid Head Baby. At the much more direct order - really, Dakest must have had a very short memory, because his question had been a voluntary question, actually - Daxton gave a short exhale and pulled his schoolbag open. While Zander Adair whined, the Ravenclaw located his notebook and withdrew it. By the time the Head Boy's testimony was over, Daxton had retrieved his pen from the binding, flipped to a fresh page, and written out his own response. Once he was done, he held up his notebook for Dakest to read, and did not look at either of them, instead defaulting to looking about the Entrance Hall, keeping an eye on his surroundings. 'He grabbed my hand so I pushed him away.' It was simple as that. It was not Daxton's fault that the Head Boy fell right back down again, though it had given him a great sense of satisfaction after feeling wronged by the seventh year. Perhaps it had been the result Daxton had wanted, aside from just getting the older boy away from him, and either way Daxton was not sorry for it. Not sorry in the slightest. Quote: Originally Posted by Tazenhani "And the point of an example, is that it should be made on hard days." Really, did the kid think that anyone needed a good example on good days? When things were going peachy and well. Didn't matter what kind of day it was, an example was an example. Perhaps it was a bit hard to tell that to a kid, but there it was. His gaze went from one boy to the other, as Adair talked and as Prince pulled out his notebook. Oh good, so they'd both give their versions. Or, something of the sort. Folding his arms across his chest, Sabel's gaze flicked back and forth, back and forth. His level of tolerance was dropping dramatically with each passing second. Even so, he let silence reign in the air for a long few minutes after Adair had finished speaking and Prince had showed him the writing. "What you may not know about Mr. Prince, Adair, is that he is not a fan of personal space breeches. I imagine that might have been the thought behind the gesture." Not an approved one for shoving someone, but there it was. His gaze turned on Prince. "And what you may not know about Mr. Adair, Prince is that he is a fan of helping people. I imagine that might have been the expectation behind his." Reaching into the bag of sashes, Sabel withdrew one. "What both of you may not know about me, is that I'm a firm believer in working out communication differences. And I believe, Mr. Adair, that is where it went wrong. You see, not only does proper communication prevent situations such as the one we have on hand, but it fosters a healthy respect for others, even if we have a hard time understanding them from the get-go." Holding the scarf in one hand, he motioned at the boys. "Now, since you have both proven you've got little better to do than to test the limits of each other's communication skills, intentionally or not, we're going to do a little exercise. If you would hold out your arms, gentlemen." Hmph. He knew Dakest was right. But was he going to acknowledge that Dakest was right? Doubtful. But mostly because logic was clearly not the answer right now. …. Not a fan of personal space breeches? Zander quickly turned to look over at the kid who apparently was not a fan of personal space breeches, just to see him holding up a notebook. Was he not a fan of--Grabbed??? GRABBED??? But Zander only GRABBED because the hand was being HELD OUT TO HIM. But also, how come not being a fan of personal space breeches made it okay to throw a Head Boy across the forest??? Was Dakest advocating violence here? But anyways, miscommunication. Clearly what this was. So how come they weren’t free to go? Instead Dakest was taking something out of the— A sash? Isn’t that what got them into this whole mess to begin with??? Not to question your authority Professor, but yeah actually to question your authority Professor… How was a sash supposed to fix things? So even though he did so a bit reluctantly, the Gryffindor held out his arm. Probably shouldn’t dig himself deeper here, huh? __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Lemon!